Can honor’s voice provoke the silent dust, or flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of death? — Thomas Gray
E’en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E’en in our ashes live their wonted fires. — Thomas Gray
Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart. — Thomas Gray
If the best man’s faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat over his eyes. — Thomas Gray
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, he had not the method of making a fortune. — Thomas Gray
Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! no sense have they of ills to come — Thomas Gray